"You're not that strong," I declared loudly. She didn't say anything, but she was smirking at me. I put up my fists like a boxer, pulled a head feint like I'd seen on TV, and then threw a couple of jabs at her hip. The first one hit against solid muscle but the second ran into her hip bone. "Ow," I said.
"You box like a boy," she said, amused.
The blow to my ego was probably worse than my throbbing knuckles. I'd thought I'd made a passable impression of a boxer. I made a sulky face and turned around and yelped as I was suddenly sailing through air as she'd picked me up from behind and tossed me effortlessly onto her large and thankfully very soft bed. I struggled to stand up among the rumpled bedclothes as she leaped onto the bed next to me and I was thrown violently back again from the force of her landing.
"Still think I'm not that strong?" she asked as she loomed over me, chuckling deeply. I stood up, and looked up at her, craning my neck to see her eye-to-eye. In truth, she was very tall and strong for a girl. I just felt like being contrary.
"Whatever, wimp," I grunted, and threw myself against her body. She laughed. She hadn't budged an inch.
"Tell ya what," she said. "I'll give you three tries to push me over, and if you succeed, then I'll... take you to Wonderland this weekend."
I'd been bugging her to take me to the amusement park for weeks. I'd had fantasies of being strapped into her lap on the big rides that we hadn't been allowed to go on when I had gone with my brothers last year. Men are too small for those rides to ride by ourselves. I crossed my arms and looked at her out of the corner of my eyes. "And what if I lose?"
She laughed. "Each time you fail, you have to strip off an item of your clothing."
Without warning, I snarled and threw my whole weight into her. I thought I felt her give but then her abdomen tensed against me and I was shoved back.
"Off with his shirt!" she hollered.
I pulled my shirt off and threw it on the floor beside the bed. She grinned as she cocked her arms and flexed her biceps, showing off. I stepped back and then ran headlong into her stomach. Oof. It was like running into a brick wall.
She cackled triumphantly.
I untied the drawstring of my shorts and peeled them off, panting a little. "Okay," I said, "I give up." I flopped backwards onto the bed. I was out of breath. Also, rubbing up against her had made me a little... hot.
"Then I win by forfeit," she said as she reached down and hooked her large fingers under the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down to my knees. "Looks like my boy likes a big strong woman." She was smiling. Wrapping one hand around my calf, she pulled me, giggling, under her.
That weekend, she took me to Wonderland anyway.
"You box like a boy," she said, amused.
The blow to my ego was probably worse than my throbbing knuckles. I'd thought I'd made a passable impression of a boxer. I made a sulky face and turned around and yelped as I was suddenly sailing through air as she'd picked me up from behind and tossed me effortlessly onto her large and thankfully very soft bed. I struggled to stand up among the rumpled bedclothes as she leaped onto the bed next to me and I was thrown violently back again from the force of her landing.
"Still think I'm not that strong?" she asked as she loomed over me, chuckling deeply. I stood up, and looked up at her, craning my neck to see her eye-to-eye. In truth, she was very tall and strong for a girl. I just felt like being contrary.
"Whatever, wimp," I grunted, and threw myself against her body. She laughed. She hadn't budged an inch.
"Tell ya what," she said. "I'll give you three tries to push me over, and if you succeed, then I'll... take you to Wonderland this weekend."I'd been bugging her to take me to the amusement park for weeks. I'd had fantasies of being strapped into her lap on the big rides that we hadn't been allowed to go on when I had gone with my brothers last year. Men are too small for those rides to ride by ourselves. I crossed my arms and looked at her out of the corner of my eyes. "And what if I lose?"
She laughed. "Each time you fail, you have to strip off an item of your clothing."
Without warning, I snarled and threw my whole weight into her. I thought I felt her give but then her abdomen tensed against me and I was shoved back.
"Off with his shirt!" she hollered.
I pulled my shirt off and threw it on the floor beside the bed. She grinned as she cocked her arms and flexed her biceps, showing off. I stepped back and then ran headlong into her stomach. Oof. It was like running into a brick wall.
She cackled triumphantly.
I untied the drawstring of my shorts and peeled them off, panting a little. "Okay," I said, "I give up." I flopped backwards onto the bed. I was out of breath. Also, rubbing up against her had made me a little... hot.
"Then I win by forfeit," she said as she reached down and hooked her large fingers under the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down to my knees. "Looks like my boy likes a big strong woman." She was smiling. Wrapping one hand around my calf, she pulled me, giggling, under her.
That weekend, she took me to Wonderland anyway.
Hahah! "You punch like a boy". I like that. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd I also figured she would take him to Wonderland anyway. That's what I would have written as well.
Very nice collage, Trinket, and a very nice scene as well. I enjoyed it very much.
Thank you for this update!
Hi, thanks for the comments! Sometimes I make collages that create these stories in my head, but I'm limited in the ability of creating a photostory from collage materials, so I decided to start writing scenarios for some of the them instead. If I was any good with Poser I'd try doing that but I'm hopeless.
ReplyDeleteThat reminds me... at GDC I was thinking of creating a Live Story based on collages. They were unrelated, but that would have been the challenge of it, to somehow connect them in some way.
ReplyDeleteNot much of a challenge, come to think of it, because for example, it would be perfectly doable to start a story with one of your workplace collages, continue it with one of your kiss collages, and wrap it up with any of the afternoon-spent-in-bed ones.
Stupid GDC shutting down.
Have a nice day!
P.S. With very few exceptions, Poser makes me shriek and run away. You'd probably do something decent with it, though.
That is a good idea. Well, I still think it wouldn't work for me that well because being able to get a series of collages going with the same characters and look would be difficult because of the limited availability of source material. Sometimes it does work, like with an earlier series I did here, but the source images were all from one ad campaign (I think).
ReplyDeleteI've tried my darndest to make something decent with Poser and I've failed miserably.